Silently weeping the one and true meaning of truth

Hopelessly waiting for it's liberation, for you

How in the nation designed for salvation you lose?

How you don't rage of the meaningless changes of the rules?

Your nearest predecessor for sure had an answer in time 

But time made you weaker and killed your seeker inside 

There's one way of this madness highway is making them die

Tomahawk!

Tomahawk!

Fell pleasure of measuring their fucking distance to death

Warming blood, warning gore for your foes on your hand

Tomahawk!

Astaroth